It’s about time. All those other cats had their own blogs and got to write and the woman kept writing things on mine and not letting me type, thinking it was beyond me. I am Siamese, Rally. Like a Siamese can’t do whatever they want.
The Woman and Gemini are all up in arms about Kukka Maria. I have no idea what the interest is when they have me. Any cat can have stripes. Stripes are not all that wonderful. I am cream color along my entire body and then I have accessorized with chocolate along my feet, tail, ears and the mask of my face. I think it’s stunning and can’t image why any cat not born with such fantastic coloring wouldn’t just jump into a lake. Stripes are so ordinary and to be honest, they make you look fat (Hello, Kukka?!)
As a Siamese I have no need to rule or fame. I just am. I wait to be served because that is what we are here for. I enjoy a good game of chase sometimes and I enjoy a good meal. The comings and goings of those who think that others should watch them bore me. After all, there are few who are my equal. I had hopes for Miles and Sammy but it could be that they are male or perhaps Seal points are just not up to the standards of the chocolates. We’ll have to keep an eye on them.
I think that’s enough for now. My paws are a bit tired from this typing thing. I need to go and have a stretch. I’d like a bit of sun but I can’t think how to turn it on at will. I’m sure it’s the Woman’s fault.